Chapter 651, Troll Country

Kislev, the country in the ice and snow, the northernmost country in the human order and civilization of the old world.

Here is shrouded in snow all year round. The way people distinguish the season is to see whether the wind and snow outside are bigger or smaller. The days here are very short and sometimes very long. Mrs. Kisler and the Ugol people who live here will always be here. Race against time to carry out daily activities during the day, because when the day passes and night falls, no one dares to stay in the wild, even those Ursun priests who are blessed by the bear god Ursun or those brave and invincible hussars, as long as they have a choice, These hardened warriors also choose to stay behind the high walls of towns.

The barrenness of the land made it impossible for the entire Kislev to farm except for a few pieces of land blessed and spellcast by the Ice Witch. Fishing and hunting are the main source of food here, and high-calorie food has become Mrs. Kislev’s favorite. However, the permanent shortage of materials makes people in the whole country seldom have enough food to eat all year round, not to mention the endless threats from the wild.

Many people think, why would anyone want to come to such a place?

However, on the contrary, Kislev may have the largest number of mercenaries besides Tyrell.

Because foreign merchants and nobles who come and go have always needed a lot of manpower to ensure their safety.

But besides that, Kislev has something more attractive here.

A place of lawlessness and a place of riches.

Here, countless condemned prisoners can find their own place, and the imperial pursuers will give up chasing these prisoners after they reach the border of Kislev. Mercenaries and bounty hunters of fortune and glory came to this frozen realm in waves, and they were very interested in the location of the tombs of Chaos warlords and the ancient dwarven strongholds.

At the same time, only the truly brave will try to cross the Linsk River and enter the troll kingdom. This land is even more terrifying than the dangerous Kislev. Here, countless evil creatures distorted by chaos And the northern barbarians who are constantly going south are haunting this land. The adventurers and mercenaries who are not good enough will disappear on the vast ice sheet in just a few days, and even if there is no battle, the waste from the north The whispers and curses of the evil god of chaos will also be mixed with the wind of chaos blowing on the face of the earth, which is enough to drive a normal person crazy in just a few months or even a few weeks.

However, the rewards of adventure in Trollland are unbelievably rich.

The troll kingdom is dotted with the tombs of chaotic champions and ancient human warriors, countless buried gold and silver treasures awaiting their new masters, many abandoned dwarven temples still preserve vibranium and mithril, and those so old that they are almost Forgotten runes, there is an inexhaustible abundance of minerals here,

Gold, silver and gemstones, even those extremely precious magic gemstones, and some lucky ones will even find a weapon or armor made of mysterious runes! That is a priceless treasure!

Therefore, when people talk about exploring the troll kingdom, they always use the tone of envy and admiration. According to the reliable investigation conclusions drawn and announced by the Queen Katarin, the adventurers who returned from the troll kingdom , 90% of them made a fortune or got a more generous return!

90% probability! And it's an astonishingly high rate of return!

This is the troll kingdom north of Kislev, a paradise for opportunists and adventurers!

On the day that winter is about to enter, two returning adventurers ushered in a place very close to the Linsk River in the troll kingdom. These two adventurers obviously have a very high status, otherwise Kislev would not have Four hussars were sent to meet Linsk River.

But what they waited for was a loud bang.

"Boom!" A giant with a height of more than ten meters crashed to the ground, and the face of the giant still retained a bit of unwillingness before death.

A Frost Sword with a length of 1.6 meters was inserted into his forehead like this, killing him with one blow.

Several hussars looked at each other in blank dismay, a giant, just died like this? !

The piercing north wind was blowing on the face of the leading hussar, mixed with wind and snow. The hussar general was named Kukov. He and his hussars belonged to the port city of Erengrad. The only place in the Kislev Kingdom that can be called a city.

The other three hussars were a little anxious. After all, they were here to greet the visitor after receiving an order. If something happened to the other party, they would definitely bear a huge responsibility.

"Calm down!" General Kukov frowned. The soldier had a beautiful mustache, and he tried his best to look into the distance.

As a hussar general, Kukov once went to the empire as a mercenary to serve the electors. What he hated the most was the endless black forest of the empire, where the sky was always shaded by trees and the sun was dark. Kislev, who always has a wider view, even though it made Kukov feel small, he still insisted not to intervene.

Every adventurer who can escape from the troll kingdom is a great warrior! And the Warriors always have dignity, and they certainly don't like to be meddled.

Two figures gradually appeared in the dense wind and snow.

The first figure is about 1.8 meters tall, with a bearskin hat on his head, with many hat feathers, colorful, a mithril full-body plate armor protecting his body, an oster collar The family coat of arms with a red bull and an iron cross engraved in the middle of the black and white shield shows his identity. Behind him is a huge bull cloak, and there are two short muskets and a sharp steel long sword hanging from his waist , put the shield behind his back.

Even though he was dressed so thickly, the visitor was still exhaling in the extremely cold environment. He said proudly and proudly: "It's really cold, damn it, I thought the winter in Wolfen was cold enough, but After entering the kingdom of trolls, I realized how low the temperature here is, what do you think? Teacher?"

"Oh? Really? I think, in this place, I can feel the warmth of my hometown." The second person appeared from the snowstorm: "That's great, it would be better if it was a little colder, just Like Asaheim."

The instructor is very tall, at least 2.6 meters tall. His long blond hair is smashed into a sky braid, and the long hair on both sides is also tied into many small braids. He is only wearing a rather worn-out full body board Armor, with wolf teeth and wolf skulls strung with ropes on his chest, his face looks like those of the most ferocious northern barbarians, with an unruly wildness and a high nose bridge, like a wolf There is a sense of lesson in his eyes, and his cloak is also made of a whole wolf fur, engraved with a giant wolf running among the stars: "Be vigilant, Oleg, danger is everywhere, You can't relax until you get home!"

"Yes! Teacher, but I think I have to admit that I miss my wife in Wolfenburg and the wine in the wine cellar very much!" Oleg von Zhukov subconsciously expressed his approval, and then Said in a mocking tone: "Adhering to your teaching!"

"Hahahaha~" The instructor let out a rough laugh, his voice sounded as rough and malicious as a wolf, but it exuded endless joy and heroism: "That's right! There is nothing warmer than women and fine wine A fireplace soothes a warrior's soul more!"

"Hahahahaha~" The master and apprentice let out nonchalant laughter in the wilderness. The mentor stretched out his hand to hold the frost blade stuck in the giant's face. He spat, kicked the giant away, and Pick up the long sword.

The four hussars were relieved, and General Kukov clapped his horse forward: "Hello, Your Excellency Baron Oleg, and Your Excellency Wolf Wolf, we have received your signal, and we are here to welcome you!"

"?" The instructor paused, and he yelled at his disciple quite dissatisfied: "What's going on?! Oleg, didn't I tell you that the Moka trial can only be done by you alone? !"

"I did it alone! Teacher, I just sent the news to my father after completing the Moka trial and asked him to send someone to pick us up!" Oleg quickly argued: "This is the will of the father, I It's his eldest son and first in line heir! You know how much effort it took me to get my father to agree to follow you to participate in this trial!"

"...So you listen to your father?" The instructor's anger came and went quickly, he was still angry just now, and immediately became amiable, reached out and patted Oleg's shoulder, and smiled: "Hey, That's right, it's right to listen to my father's words, it seems that our meeting is not accidental, and I also listen to my father's words very much."

Only then did Oleg let out a sigh of relief. His mentor was indeed a little moody, but fortunately he was born with the kind of boldness that belongs to the northern man, so he was not too difficult to get along with.

The four hussars and the master and apprentice joined together and walked towards the south together. They hurried across the Linsk River, and the instructor could clearly feel that after the result crossed the Linsk River, everyone was relieved. tone.

Is the north side of the river so dangerous in these people's minds? The instructor smiled quite indifferently, revealing the sharp fangs in his mouth.

Also, the human beings in this world are still very tenacious, the Ugol people, Mrs. Kesler, and the imperial people, for this alone, they are worthy of admiration.

After a group of people crossed the river, it was already late, and the piercing north wind was blowing on everyone. Even the strongest hussars were shivering from the cold. They took out the map and carefully identified the direction. Then headed down the wilderness road covered with snow everywhere.

Finally, just before sunset, the group of people came to a small Kislev village, which was built not far from a coniferous forest by a small river that had been frozen. The wall made of logs made everyone feel a sense of belonging. The village was close to a small hill, inside which were neatly arranged and crowded houses, and there was a large central house with a pointed roof, which was painted red throughout.

It was getting late, the gate of the village was tightly closed, and just above the gate, Mrs. Kisler with a fierce face was using a longbow and spear to prepare for these uninvited guests. However, as the group approached, Wing The iconic wings of the cavalry made them put down their hostility, and a Mrs. Keesler above the gate of the village shouted at them: "Privet?"

General Kukov also called out: "Zdrastvi!"

The two sides yelled a few more Kislev words, and the defenders nodded. Both Oleg and his mentor heard the creaking and creaking of the door and the sound of the door being removed. Open the outside, pushing and sweeping the thick pile of snow in front of the door.

"Let's spend the night here tonight, Your Excellency Oleg, Your Excellency Wild Wolf." General Kukov said: "The wind and snow outside are really too strong, and it is too dangerous to be in the wild, and reasonable people understand this We should be hiding behind the fence when the time comes."

"Maybe." The mentor didn't think so, but he didn't object.

Not long after everyone entered the village, the gate of the village was slammed shut. In Kislev, looters from Norsca or Kurgan are commonplace for the people here, and even worse things often appear here. Humanity is always ready for battle.

The huts and barns were covered by snow, and the ground in the village was frozen hard, with shallow ruts on it. General Kukov told the master and apprentice that they needed to enter the central house and face the village. "Boyer" pays homage, and then Boyer will provide them with free food and a place to rest.

This was Kislev's rule, and Mrs. Kisler's character, practical, serious, stubborn, and unlovable.

Obviously, the instructor rejected the proposal, and he took out the heads of five chaotic champions: "Is this enough? If you have so many Boyes in your mouth, he can get my respect!"

Both General Kukov and Oleg knew the temper of this Lord Wild Wolf. They were both admiring and helpless, so they could only go in with these heads.

After ten minutes, the door of the central hall opened, and Boyer of the village enthusiastically came out to welcome the visitors. He was a burly man with long braided hair, an ax on his waist, and a bushy beard. , very enthusiastically shook the hands of the mentor and Oleg, talked non-stop, and then led everyone in.

There was a rush of heat, the hall was prepared with rich food, big Lieba, red cabbage soup, delicious barbecue, broth stewed in the two stoves, the crackling flames reflected the walls of the entire hall. It turned into a light yellow color.

Kislev's men and women greeted visitors with great hospitality, danced, harps and lutes were played, and stories of human heroes and queens sang.

The tutor and Oleg sat on one side of the long table, the waiter handed over a large glass of kumiss, and then a large glass of Kislev vodka, the tutor grabbed the vodka and drank it down , the fiery liquid flowed anxiously through the mouth and esophagus, making him cry out.

"Huh~" Oleg also drank a full cup in a learned manner, and was immediately too hot to speak. Even so, the son of the elector finally felt the warmth from humans and his homeland. He coughed a few times. Voice: "After spending more than a year in the troll country, I almost forgot the feeling of losing home. I almost thought that every place in the world was the same as the troll country, only barren, snow, weeds and endless mountains. Sky."

"More than a year?" The instructor sneered, and he immediately filled himself with a large glass of vodka, then picked up a half-baked pork leg and gnawed it directly: "It's only been more than a year, and you think it's hard?"

"What's the matter, mentor, isn't this hard enough?" Oleg yelled dissatisfied when the spirit of wine came up.

"...If I say that I slaughtered hundreds of thousands of Chaos Demons in the subspace by myself, and it took me countless millennia to come here, would you believe me?" There was a look of nostalgia, and then disappeared. He gnawed on the pork leg and tasted the deliciousness of the original food.

"Mentor! I know you are very powerful, very powerful, but you are too big!" Oleg lowered his head to deal with a lamb chop, his face was covered with black lines: "I don't believe it!"

"Hey, I don't believe it either." The instructor didn't take it seriously, and laughed loudly, everyone thought he was making a nasty joke.

Yeah, a nasty joke.

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